Category : Poems

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Do not speak to me of falsified pride, 
A burning aching need, driven by lust and greed. 
For those are things that with the devil abide. 
They plant within stricken soul a sickening seed. 

Speak not of wounds that do not bleed.
Words that have pierced and cut like jagged knife.
Remove doubt at your intentions with good deeds. 
For that is what makes a worthy life. 

Judge me not for my weakness. 
for with salvation I shall be strong. 
Endure with me this bleakness, 
until together we meet in heaven where we belong.